[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se":3,"chapter-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1835":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},663054,893,"Chapter 1829: Hit. Run. Repeat","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1835",1835,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1829. Hit. Run. Repeat\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crypts were quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dead quiet—because nothing in the Cursed Crypts ever truly died—but that kind of charged silence that buzzed beneath the skin, like something ancient was holding its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torches along the walls burned green. Not aesthetic. Not atmospheric. They were just cursed. Broken pillars, ghostly whispers, flickering dungeon sigils still echoing old event scripts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And here they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villains of the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen lounged on his throne, all relaxed devil-emperor attitude—one leg thrown lazily over the armrest. His girls were scattered around the room in their usual ’unbothered but beautiful’ way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane was perched sideways on a ruined stone chair, legs folded like a psycho monk, eyes glued to her hologram feed. The green light cast sharp shadows across her face, giving her that perfectly unhinged necromancer look. She glowed evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bella sprawled upside down on a broken pillar like a fox who forgot gravity. Her tails were twitching as she argued with Alice, who sat beside her with the elegance of a villainess who read grimoires for fun and had probably cursed three bloodlines before lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zoe stood with her arms crossed, tentacles idly swaying, as if she were trying to look patient and failing spectacularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larissa reclined with a wine glass filled with something way too red to be wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea hovered—literally—using a mana bubble as her chair, swaying back and forth like a lazy siren waiting for a boat to capsize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian? Well, Vivian was lounging with her legs draped across the back of a gargoyle statue like it was a chaise lounge. No notes. Pure succubus chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above them, a shared translucent system interface flickered in the air, slowly updating names—players who had acquired epic-tier event items. Each one flagged with the [Marked by the Throne] status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max: 100.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Current: 82... 83... 84...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bella sat up suddenly. \"I bet all my dignity they’ll hit 100.\" Before, the devs said it wouldn’t reach 100.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice didn’t look up from her spell-scroll. \"You still have dignity?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do, duh,\" Bella huffed. \"Jane doesn’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed a finger toward Jane, who didn’t even react. She just grinned wickedly, eyes still locked on the player list, muttering something that sounded vaguely inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larissa squinted. \"Okay... why does she look like Allen in full psychopath mode?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t even flinch. \"Hey. I heard that. I’m sitting here quietly, being a good boy, and I still get slandered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea giggled. \"Just don’t forget to let your Devil Emperor side out when the countdown hits. We want carnage, not cuddle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian tilted her head. \"She’s definitely possessed. Look at her posture. That’s anime-villain energy. She’s sitting like she just wrote everyone’s death date in alphabetical order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zoe muttered, \"Maybe she’s been reading murder mysteries again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen finally turned his head slightly toward Jane. Her silhouette was oddly composed—legs crossed, eyes glowing, head tilted ever-so-slightly downward. Classic certain anime with a note and a death god’s posture. He could practically hear the theme song in the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I know this pose,\" Allen murmured. \"But don’t worry. She’s just... method acting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I prefer the term ’immersive research,’\" Jane said, her voice low and entirely too delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen exhaled and refocused on the list. 96... 97...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said, \"fun’s over. Focus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zoe blinked. \"On what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The guild leaders,\" Allen replied, voice level. \"Most of them bought flight passes from the item mall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larissa nodded slowly. \"I saw them. White wings. Expensive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ll need them,\" Allen said. \"We’re airborne threats. All of us. If they stay grounded, they’ll die fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea floated higher. \"Yeah, but you know... gamers are rich these days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane finally snapped out of her murder trance. \"They also have dragon mounts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right,\" Allen said. \"But we all saw how the last event went. Dragons are great for ranged players. Sniping. Casting. They’re garbage for melee. The hitboxes are trash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea snorted. \"True. I saw a guy get clipped off his mount by a fence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian stretched lazily. \"So what’s the plan, boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen nodded toward the shared interface. \"System says once the last player is marked, there’s a ten-minute grace period before we’re allowed to engage. That gives them time to panic. Form groups. Hide. Or bait us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s when we hunt,\" Allen’s voice turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all leaned in now. Slight shifts. No smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re not doing a grand entrance,\" Allen continued. \"No flare. No announcements. We spread out. Pick targets. Hit. Run. Repeat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hit and run?\" Zoe asked. \"Seriously?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why waste time?\" Allen said. \"The system lets us see their locations. They can hide—but only for so long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bella’s tails flicked. \"And if they ambush us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We retreat,\" Allen said. \"Regroup. Recalculate. We’re villains. Not idiots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian leaned on her elbow, smile flashing. \"So cold. So strategic. I love it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alice tilted her head. \"Should we prioritize items based on type?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Allen nodded. \"Some of the items are more useful. Artifacts. Core weapons. We get those first. The useless crap? We’ll chase them later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane tilted her head. \"Any names worth killing just for fun?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen actually smirked. \"A few. I marked them in red.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shea gave an approving purr. \"I love it when you’re organized.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>98... 99...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The counter ticked. A breath held across the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>100.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft chime rang through their crypt, subtle but clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system updated in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Event Phase: COUNTDOWN – 10:00 UNTIL HUNTING BEGINS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players with [Marked by the Throne] status have been revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villain-class engagement unlocked in: 10 minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepare accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system message blinked above them, golden and ominous, hanging in the air like a war declaration written in velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen didn’t move. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on his throne still, fingers steepled beneath his chin, legs crossed at the knee. Black coat draped over one side like a shadow with a heartbeat. His eyes flicked toward the list again—names still updating, ranks shifting. The countdown ticked beneath the projected map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it 00:00\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls rose too. Wings flaring. Magic humming. Ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They vanished into the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-06-02T07:44:42.326Z",1,"novelbin.me","e395a39e21844d2340c872de61ae2c5219d84dd61201d623f18bdbd72b843c1c","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1836","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1834",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]